Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51484 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Jesus fucking Christ. He’s actually showing the team videos of his girlfriend…his baby sister’s best friend.
I haul myself from the bench, stomping across the locker room toward him.
“What the fuck are they talking about?” I growl, fists clenched tightly. I’m not sure if I want to hit him or wrap my hands around his damn throat and strangle some sense into him.
“Nothing, man.” He won’t even look at me as he lies to me. “You know Grayson likes to run his mouth and make shit up.”
On any other day, I’d be inclined to believe that because he’s right, Grayson does like to run his mouth and make shit up. But I saw his expression when Grayson said it. Vanessa is the one in that video.
“You showed the team videos of your girlfriend,” I growl. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” he snaps, shoving the rest of his shit back into his locker before turning a dark scowl on me. “Just leave it, Jordan. It’s not your business.”
“Not my business? Are you shitting me right now?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he shoulder checks me on his way past. “It’s time to hit the ice,” he shouts to the rest of the team before storming out of the locker room.
No one says anything as they slowly gather their shit and file out behind him, studiously not looking in my direction. I don’t make a move to follow them. My mind is still reeling, trying to process what I walked in on.
I knew Jamison was turning into an asshole lately, but this is…Jesus. Vanessa would never consent to that shit being shown to half the team. Like Sutton, she’s a good girl. She’s also head over heels for Jamison.
Christ, Sutton. She’s going to kill him when she finds out. He raised her after their parents died. He knows how fiercely loyal she is. She’ll be devastated. And Vanessa will be mortified.
“Hey.” Pablo steps up beside me, his head cocked to the side. “You cool, man?”
Am I?
“Fuck no,” I mutter, shoving a hand through my sweaty hair. “His sister is going to kill him.” It’s fucked up that I’m more concerned about Sutton and how she’s going to feel about this when Vanessa is the one on those videos…but I can’t help it. Sutton is the reason I breathe. Of course I’m worried that this is going to break her heart.
“It’s fucked up,” Pablo says. “Especially since Vanessa didn’t even know he was recording her.”
“What the fuck?” I gape at him, my stomach churning.
Pablo grimaces in disgust, his hazel eyes narrowed. “She didn’t know, man.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” He sighs heavily. “Jonny asked him how he got her to agree to let him film. He just laughed and said, ‘Who said she knew?’” Pablo’s lip curls. “They thought he was kidding, but he wasn’t. He was fucking serious.”
“Goddammit.” I slam my hand against the locker and then stalk toward the door, my temple throbbing. My heart pounds with the force of the fury pumping through me.
I spot Jamison at the far end of the hallway.
“Peters!” I shout.
He glances back at me, then mutters something to Grayson, who shrugs and disappears around the corner.
I slam Jamison up against the wall as soon as I reach him, my arm across his throat. “You fucking prick,” I snarl. “You filmed her without her consent and then showed it to them?”
He shoves me off, his eyes narrowed. “It’s not a big deal, Jordan. Fucking let it go already.”
“Not a big deal? It’s a goddamn crime!” I snap, trying like hell not to hit him. “She’s your girlfriend!”
Jamison just stares at me for a moment, his head cocked to the side, and then he smirks. “Should have known you’d swoop in to defend her honor,” he says, his tone seething with bitterness. “Guess now I know why you’re always following her around, huh?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You, man. I’m talking about the fact that you and my girl are in love with each other!”
I laugh incredulously. “Have you lost your mind? Vanessa isn’t in love with me. She’s crazy about you. And I damn sure don’t have feelings for her.”
“Yeah. Right.” He shoves me, hatred stamped all over his face. “Guess that’s why she’s talking about leaving me, right? Because she’s so goddamn crazy about me?”
I stare at him, shocked. Horrified. “You showed the team those videos to punish her because she threatened to leave you? You’ve lost your fucking mind.”
“I haven’t lost anything,” he snaps. “And if you keep your goddamn mouth shut, you won’t either.”
I grab him by the collar, my blood boiling at his threat, but he yanks out of my hold.
“Silvestri! Peters!” Coach appears at the end of the hall, hands planted on his hips. “Move your asses!”
Jamison takes a step away from me. “Keep your fucking hands off me and what belongs to me, Silvestri,” he says, his voice lethally soft. “Or you will regret it.”